Friday was a late night; the taxi dropped me off at midnight. The added price for the “reservation” turned out to be 17 euros… but he was there. Not sure I need a reservation next time – at least at this time of night. I recall standing in a taxi line for 30 minutes once when I came over on the Eurostar.
An observation: during this adventure, I am having new experiences daily. That is exciting, exhilarating, daunting and tiring. I am realizing that by my age, life is normally … what’s the word? Certainly, not boring, but perhaps routine. And living in a foreign country, with a new language, is more “different” than I expected.
It has been cleaning weekend. I started the washing when I got home (yes, midnight), and have done 4 loads since. It’s now Sunday night. Saturday morning after a surprisingly good sleep I set out for the last (I hope) round of upgrades for the apartment. A towel that is softer than those here. A drying rack so I can hang clothes somewhere other than over the bathtub, a thermometer so I know the temp (but I didn’t notice til I got home that it is only Celsius…. I added the Fahrenheit.) And a new shower head. And stopped by the pharmacy on the way home for some hydrogen peroxide. She was hesitant to sell it to me… wondered what I was doing with it. So common in the US, here in the back room. Why did I want it? I saw a FB post about it’s use on mold. Now, don’t think my bathroom is full of mold! But there are a few spots. It’s because other people didn’t open the window when taking a shower. And I was determined to rid the place of it. Successful.
In the second to the last month (I have a deposit), I plan to give her an accounting of what I have spent to customize this place and see if she wants to credit me anything. And even if she doesn’t, I am happy. No reason not to be comfortable for such a long time.
And I am happy.
Yesterday Edith of La Vie Parisienne had another outing- this time to Montmartre. I like her walks because she gives detailed information – all about the commune of Montmartre in the 1800s. French are strange. Big on barricades.
We walked from the famous Moulin Rouge (which she doesn’t recommend) up to the base of Sacre Coeur through an area that was new to me. Past the café from the movie Amelie. I thought it was on a square… nope. just a crossroads. Past several cafes that catered to Picasso, van Gogh, and other artists and writers. And finally by the last vineyard in Paris.
It was a drizzly day. And after this hill climbing adventure, I rushed off to pick up the extra key for the apartment. Visitor arriving Tuesday. Decided to go by my preferred transport, the bus. Bad idea in the rain. I waited with a crowd for many minutes. Only to discover after I got on the crowded bus that I had waited on the wrong side of the street so I was going the wrong way. Got off at the next stop and just walked to the metro. My landlady was waiting in front of Monoprix. So I thought I would pick up some things. Not. Everyone and their brother was there. I went up the escalator and fought through the crowd to get to the down escalator. Metro back. With this clever idea – if I got off at Etoile I could take the 73 bus which has the closet stop to home. A great idea in concept. However, I believe the walk through the Metro station was twice the distance I was supposedly saving. And the bus wait was 20 minutes. Bustimate loss. But while waiting, I did notice that the leaves are coming out. Soon Paris will be green and flowering again.
Sunday was another stay inside day – aided by the fact that I didn’t get up til 11. I am amazed at how long I can drag out the cleaning of a 400 sq foot apartment. I excel at delays.
But now it is cleaned and rearranged and ready for guests.
When I walk around in the bustling areas of the Left bank or Montmartre, I wonder if I picked the right location. Those areas feel so French. But when I come home to rue du midi, I appreciate its peace and quiet.